The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
We're back from Virginia. Back from family, traffic, too much food, and one damn noisey brat who set out to make my visit a living hell.
I bunked off work a bit early and headed home to pack and collect the boy around 1. After a last sweep of the apartment, we dashed over to the Farmer's market to pick up some snacks and offerings, then hit the road. The trip up was rather uneventful but for this funny annecdote: I stopped at the first cheap gas station to fill up, and there was a bit of a wait. I was second in line for the pump, which I didn't think was that bad, but Elija started to get antsy. After about five minutes of hearing him complain, I decided that saving five cents a gallon just wasn't worth it, and pulled back onto the highway. We switched so that he was driving, and after a bit of carping at each other, I decided I was just going to let him do his thing. He pulled in at the second cheap gas station, where prices were a whole two cents cheaper than the first station, and we waited in line. And waited. And waited. For forty minutes we sat in the car! I'm pleased to say I managed to refrain from saying anything until we were back on the road. I then took great pleasure in pointing out other gas stations where prices were just as cheap, but there was no (or little) wait. Hehehehe. After little traffic and some snow (yes, snow!) on our way up, we triumpantly arrived in Clifton around 9. A full contingent of family and pets greeted us, and we socialized for a bit before bed. Turkey day dawned bright and early, and saw us in the kitchen until around 4. I was a veritable Betty Crocker, I tell you! My stepsister's little hell spawn was unfortunately around, and entertained himself screaming, tormenting the pets, or both. I. Will. Never. Have. Kids. Yelling, screaming, draging his chair around on my father's hideously expensive cherry floors (I though my dad was going to snap, I really did), hitting, throwing...dear lord. Why do people reproduce? We had 11 people over for dinner, mostly stepfamily, and dinner was fabulous. I will say that I can't wait for another couple years to go by, at which point the young'uns will be old enough for a kids table and we won't have to deal with them. Whee! Other than dinner, the trip up to Va included a bunch of errand running, much catching up with the sisters, and going to see Capote with my dad and stepmom. Fun times. Traffic on the way back wasn't too bad, although there definately was some, and we returned without too much trouble. Everything would be perfect if this damn apartment would JUST HEAT UP! We turned the heat down to 50 while we were gone, and well...It's fucking cold. Brrrr!
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